Short Fiction/Poem: Little Eight Year Old Boy
SHORT FICTION/POEM
LITTLE EIGHT-YEAR OLD BOY
This little eight-year old boy is up in the ceiling again!
He must be back to his usual pranks of rewiring fans and lights.
He replaces connections to switches, I really wonder his gain.
Right now, in the roof with pliers; where is the fright for heights?
I left my computer passworded but he gave me a guest account.
So, I must share this wonderful poem that was written, based on my recounting of a pathological liar's tale in yesterday's post. Love it!
Posted on October 9, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

Wow, so talented!
Thanks much, whatimeant2say. I’ve not lost my excitement. What pathological liars can create…
That is fantastic, what a great conversion of post to poem!
wow!!!! How cool!!!!